I hear the clock strike

one, two, three, four, five times

every hour's a deadline

but Claudia don't mind



She's right behind me

circulates around me

my mouth opens

I breathe in before I speak



Too much labour for nothing

Claudia, my friend

This is for the saviour of all things

Claudia, Claudia



We watch the kids play

harmonize with their game

talking about old times

they linger in my chest



We long for something

Claudia starts to sing

Sunday, bloody sunday

come and let me rest



Too much labour for nothing

Claudia, my friend

This is for the singer of all days

Claudia, Claudia



Too much playing with these two hands

Claudia, I ache

This is from the maker of mistakes

But Claudia

You're the one who understands



Claudia

You understand